Page 43 of Alien Desire
I have no idea what this is but I go back to the store and with a little guidance from Sheila, I find the tin and shovel the brown, turgid looking contents into a bowl Sheila informs me belongs to the pet. As the hideous smell of this food hits the air, the shagball comes bounding in and I am able to gather up my supplies and sneak back into the room.
I find her awake and instantly know something is wrong. She’s curled up into a ball on her side and whimpers loudly. I rush towards her, scooping her up into my arms.
“What is wrong, Omega?”
“I thought you’d gone. I thought you’d left me … alone.”
“No, I am here, see.” I kiss her damp cheeks and her temple and hug her tight. “I went to get you food. Are you hungry?”
She flinches, grappling at her stomach and the smell of fresh slick races between us. Her body is hungry for mine. I kneel at the edge of the bed, and she rolls down onto her back, parting her legs for me and giving me a view of her rosy, plump lips shiny with slick.
Stroking my hands up the tender flesh of her inner thighs, I draw them further apart, allowing me to look at her, all of her, laid out on display for me, and then I drag her slowly towards me. She whimpers as I do, knowing what’s coming.
“You want me to fuck you again, my honeypot?” I ask her, my voice hoarse with lust.
“Yes,” she says struggling to get her words out, “but don’t call me honeypot.”
I’ll call her what I damn well like, and she will love it. Because I’m her Alpha. And my primal urge to control her and own her has overtaken every part of me.
“I’m going to pump my cock inside your little honeypot,” I tell her as I drive inside, “and you will love every moment of it.”
I lift her hips clear of the bed so she’s suspended, lanced by my cock, allowing me deeper inside. And I fuck her, my earlier resolution to go easier this time, lost. I have no self control.
Afterwards, when I’ve knotted her, I sit on the bed, with her in my lap, her legs wrapped around me, and I feed her the combination of food I’d found in the store, with additions from my trunk.
She wants to feed herself, but I won’t let her. I want to do it, choosing which pieces of food to place in her mouth, deciding how big a mouthful I’ll allow her.
“I like feeding you,” I tell her when she rolls her eyes at me yet again. “And I like kissing and fucking you too.”
“Only like it?” she asks, meeting my eyes.
I cock my head. “You are offended by my choice of words.”
“Hmmm,” she says, chewing some bland bread product from her world. “Peoplelikeplain, ordinary things. Things that don’t cause any real emotion. They don’t fight for the things theylike. They don’t die for them either.”
I dove into the freezing lake to save her. I walked through the storm to find her. I even fed her stupid animal. She may have a point.
“How do you feel about kissing and fucking me?” I ask her.
She plants a kiss on my nose and smiles.
“That isn’t an answer,” I tell her.
“I like it very much.”
This confuses me and she reads it on my face and laughs.
“Ok, I love it,” she confesses.
That word once more.
Love.
“I think I love it too.” She pauses, searching my eyes, her own flicking ever so slightly in their sockets. “I understand why humans do this for reasons other than procreation.”
“Because it feels amazing.” She tilts back her head, showing off the curve of her throat, and I sweep my hands up her bare back and kiss the pulse in her neck. “On earth they write music and poetry about it. Paint pictures too.”
“Let me claim you,” I blurt out, the words racing from my mouth before I can stop them. “Come back to my planet with me and be mine.” This is not how I had planned to lead up to this. I’d planned to do it slowly, win her over to the idea. I know she is homesick. That she longs to return to her own planet.
